Cast in Flame. Michelle Sagara

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СКАЧАТЬ But...she really didn’t like the idea. At all. “She hasn’t even asked me, you know.”

      “I know. She will not ask if she cannot argue the Emperor around; it would be too humiliating.”

      And having a screaming fight that an entire palace had no choice but to hear wasn’t? “I don’t want my home surrounded by bloody Imperial Guards.”

      The Arkon raised a white brow.

      “I mean it. I don’t want home to be a jail.”

      “Bellusdeo will have a security detail.”

      “I apparently have a security detail, if by that you mean Imperial spies. I can’t stop them from watching my every move. I just want to pretend that they don’t.”

      “Why?”

      Dragons. Ugh.

      “And your other demands?”

      Kaylin had none. She felt guilty, because one of the things she’d been so looking forward to was having a place of her own again. She’d had nothing when she’d come from the fiefs. But she’d had hope for the future—with the Hawks, within Elantra. What hope did Bellusdeo now have that was similar?

      “Yes,” she heard herself say.

      “You will consider it?”

      She nodded. The small dragon, silent as cloth for most of the interview, raised his head and batted the side of Kaylin’s cheek with it.

      “Good. I now have work to do.”

      * * *

      “Midwives’ guild?” Clint asked, as Kaylin trudged up the stairs of the Halls of Law.

      “Dragons,” was her curt reply. If the midwives had kept her awake through the small hours of the night, she’d’ve had something useful to show for the lack of sleep.

      “If you don’t want to see Dragons,” Tanner told her, “I suggest you avoid the office for the next couple of hours.”

      “Why?”

      “Bellusdeo is there.”

      She hadn’t been in the apartments they shared at the palace when Kaylin had dragged her butt out of her rooms in the morning.

      “Alone?”

      “No. Lord Sanabalis is with her. So are six of the Imperial Guard. The color of Barrani eyes in the office is almost midnight blue.”

      Could this day get any worse? “Thanks for the heads-up.” Kaylin considered turning tail and finding breakfast, but she didn’t have much money on hand.

      “You’re going in?”

      “Trouble’ll find me when I leave the office if I don’t; I might as well get paid for enduring it.”

      * * *

      The Imperial Guard always set the office, as a whole, on edge. Caitlin didn’t mind them, but they were so stiff, so officious, and so smugly superior, Caitlin was an island in the Halls. Bellusdeo was standing to one side of Marcus’s desk as Kaylin entered the office. Kaylin glanced, once, at the duty roster, saw her name—beside Severn’s—on the Elani beat, and allowed herself to relax. She wasn’t late. Yet.

      She didn’t, however, see Severn.

      Sanabalis was standing to one side of Bellusdeo; his eyes were a very clear orange, and if Dragons didn’t physically require sleep, he looked like he could personally use a week of it. The Imperial Guard were like breathing statues.

      “Private,” Marcus growled. His sense of smell had probably alerted him to Kaylin’s presence, as there were too many tall people between them for her to even see him, seated as he was at his desk, and behind the perpetual stacks of paper that girded it. She couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but the tone of her rank pretty much gave it away. The Imperial Guard moved to allow her through.

      She stood at attention in front of his desk and—as expected—his very orange eyes. She saw that he had reflexively gouged a few new runnels in the surface of that desk. Clearly, it hadn’t been a pleasant interview, whatever its subject.

      “Your services are apparently being seconded by the Dragon Court.”

      Standing at attention didn’t allow for the usual facial tics or gestures that indicated dismay. It was the only good thing she could say about it.

      “You are apparently not content living at the Palace.”

      It also didn’t allow for nuanced commentary, which was fine; surrounded by Imperial Guards, she didn’t feel particularly nuanced.

      “Well?”

      “No, sir.”

      “And you intend to find other accommodations.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “With a Lord of the Dragon Court.”

      She didn’t hesitate; not with Marcus in his current mood. “Yes, sir.”

      “The Dragon Court feels that such a search should not be an after-hours affair. Cognizant of the difficulties Lord Bellusdeo encountered the last time she chose to live outside of the Palace, they’ve taken it upon themselves to assure that your search for a new domicile is secure. You are therefore relieved of your regular duties until that search is completed. To Imperial satisfaction.”

      “That is not,” Bellusdeo said, speaking for the first time since Kaylin had entered an otherwise raptly silent office, “what was said.” She stepped forward, until she was standing shoulder to shoulder with Kaylin, who, at attention, couldn’t otherwise turn to look at her. “Private Neya’s sense of responsibility to the Halls is quite strong; she understands the city far better than I, a recent refugee.” She used the Elantran word for refugee. Kaylin almost cringed to hear it. “If, in Private Neya’s considered opinion, such a search can be effectively conducted outside of her working hours, that is acceptable to all concerned.” The swish sound her hair made clearly indicated that Bellusdeo was pinning someone—or several someones—with a glare.

      Sanabalis cleared his throat. In the silence of the office, it sounded like a distant earthquake. “Bellusdeo wishes to accompany Private Neya on her rounds, as she did before the private was sent out of the city to the West March.”

      Great.

      “Private,” Marcus barked. “At ease.”

      As if. She did, however, relax her posture slightly. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”

      Her Sergeant snorted. In general, there was nothing but free speech in the office.

      “I’m not going on my rounds with a half dozen Imperial Guards as escort. Members of the Hawks don’t require babysitters, and we don’t want to imply they do; it’ll hurt the force. If the guards come with Bellusdeo and can’t be separated, I’ll take the time to find a new apartment. If they can be detached, I can find СКАЧАТЬ